Jiang Liwen was taken into an office. It is said that those who can work here are the elites among the elites, and the elites are not only excellent at work, but also have a business atmosphere in their own temperament.i^
Although what they wear is... very weird.
That’s right!
Absolutely weird!
Compared with the lower-level employees, everyone here is dressed in a very unique way. They are not designer suits, but casual jeans, and some people are even wearing monster pajamas?!
Jiang Liwen's forehead twitched, as if she had entered an unusual department.
Manager Hong was not surprised and kept a dignified smile: "This is the company's newly recruited secretary, Miss Jiang."
"Hello everyone, my name is Jiang Liwen." Jiang Liwen felt that her voice was always a little out of place in this office.
The colleague wearing monster pajamas looked up from the three laptops, blinked his big confused eyes, and smiled slightly with a cute face like a cartoon boy, with a rosy look: "My name is Xiao A."
You should be called Xiaoshou! Jiang Liwen was cursing in her heart, but she was very calm on the surface.i^
"I'm K." The person who introduced him next was a man with facial paralysis. He was very handsome, tough and handsome, but Jiang Liwen didn't understand why he put a little turtle on his head?!
As if aware of her surprised gaze, cute little classmate A stood on tiptoes, took off the turtle on K's head, and explained with red cheeks: "K is good at everything, but he is a little weird, don't worry about it."
"No." Jiang Liwen looked at his pajamas with tails and was troubled in her heart, "Classmate Xiao A, are you sure you have the qualifications to call others weird?"
This was the first time that the new secretary would talk to them. Classmate A was inevitably a little excited. He stretched out his white fingers and pointed at the lazy and coquettish man sleeping on the computer table: "That's
Dirty uncle."
"Uncle wretched?" Jiang Liwen smiled. Is there anyone with this name? And that face... you must be beautiful no matter how you look at it, why is it described as wretched?
Little A smiled with bright eyes and white teeth: "That's right, it's the wretched uncle. He just finished a game program and he will definitely not be able to wake up in a short time."
Hearing this, Jiang Liwen instantly understood that she was joining the most hardware-savvy department in the company—the technical department!
The most popular online game in the country was born here!
This realization made Jiang Liwen a little excited, because when she was in school, apart from coding, she was just a scumbag.
Unexpectedly, one day, she would have such close contact with the backend staff of the game... However, she is a secretary, a clerical job, right? Why should she come to the technical department?
"The room next to it is the nightclub's office." Manager Hong smiled and explained: "The nightclub is on a business trip and it will probably take some time to come back. You can help the technical department these days."
Jiang Liwen nodded, her voice cold and serious: "Okay."
Seriously speaking, Jiang Liwen is indeed a very likable young man. She is willing to endure hardships and is motivated. Although she is not very enthusiastic and has a cold expression, the important thing is that she knows how to measure and learns things very quickly.
When people meet such a junior, they will want to give advice and are willing to help her. Manager Jiang patted her shoulder and whispered: "Get along well with these three people. It will only do you good and no harm."
Just like that, Jiang Liwen's official work began. It was not serving tea or sorting out information, but accompanying three technicians to test games!
"Wenwen, don't fight the monsters there, or you will be teased!" Classmate A shouted enthusiastically, with a mouse in one hand and a keyboard in the other, and her operating skills were so gorgeous that it was dazzling.
K stood behind them with a notebook, recording data with an expressionless face, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. If it weren't for the "little boy" crawling around above his head, he would look quite elite and handsome.
The wretched uncle was answering the phone. His face, as charming as a fox, became abnormal after the call was closed.
"Uncle, what's wrong?" Classmate A scratched his head.
The wretched uncle scratched his blond hair irritably and spoke with a British accent: "The nightclub is coming back."